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The "craft of teaching"
Daniela Bianchi [1] several articles published in ENAM

The news media, research institutes dedicate time to their attention to the class teacher Italian. We have read and listened to analysis and reflection on the teachers, their role, their problems. You are expressed, in different terms, journalists, intellectuals, psychologists, politicians and students. Who has not yet taken the floor on their role and the meaning of our profession, we are the ones teachers.
With this reflection I want to compare me with your ideas about what it means today to "teach".
We open the debate, telling and reconstructing our experiences, starting with episodes that are in our daily lives. Raccontiamoci indeed re ... raccontiamoci our job.

Possible insights
suggest some questions that may help focus the direction of our profession and then leave you the freedom to choose how and on what action and discuss.
There is a fundamental observation on which to build and broke it suggested Hannah Arendt:
"The teacher is qualified to know the world and to be able to educate others about it, while it is authoritative because of that world , is responsible. In front of the child is a kind of representative of all citizens of the Earth, indicating the details, saying this is our world. " Let's
scomporne the many aspects of this statement in the form of questions:
-l 'teacher knows the world?
-C 'is the willingness to learn about the world and the ability to do this?
-Ha need outside help? How
-like, that, you can bring to class?
-weight in children in redefining the teaching profession?
- Our profession can no matter who we face?
-How to confront (face, face) teachers with other leading figures (eg parents)? Indifference? Conflict? Sharing?
-For those who teach for many years has changed what is required? It has changed how?
-Chi is now the " good teacher?


Possible answers many questions, a barrage of questions in today's society. Information often superficial and instant, lightning, without emotional or cultural background, analysis seriously.
Teaching of the first conjugation verb,-are, then the children will think and say warn in Italian grammar.
Teaching, a difficult task in this jungle vague and confusing messages, requests mass media.
difficult, more difficult than it might appear at first sight seem.
The relationship between teacher and World is not to be neglected, because they underestimate the cognitive acquisitions, concepts, techniques, disciplines and educations are born, grow and change in appearance in a very, very real.
pupils, children in essence, before any qualification superstructural, live, move, touch, breathe, kick ass and create.
The teacher must necessarily, if it makes sense, which supports the weight of responsibility, to venture into the exploration of the world, their, our world.
test its hardness, taste the variety, to appreciate the nuances, critically analyze and understand the good the bad, the unfortunate misleading.
We, as teachers, educators, have an open mind and intellect, go past the Pillars of Hercules in the quota, often fascinating, but not always edifying.
New teaching, new educational policies that are as illuminating and decisive, explosive, but in reality be observed at a distance from the top, bottom, sideways. To doubt and question
dutifully polished and passionate, constantly aiming for the task which we must discharge.
be available, put-in-conversation, play all the cards at our disposal, to accept the limits of education, enhance the possibilities. Availability
which will to know, to understand, to question, again, again.
- I could do better?
- I've given enough?
- I have received?
- How much?
- It 's enough?
- which can offer?
possible, depends on the fact that we build it, with wit and commitment to cultivate fruitful. Fruitful. Welcoming
balance and leverage with external aid, the media in the difficult job of teaching, to convey something that is very dear to us. Heart, with C, I recommend banning Q! C as Heart, as in choosing care. Choose good aid. Aid
well qualified and well-calibrated (experts, bearers of witness accounts, doctors ....., referents of experience), that aid must be explained and justified in the children without mediation because you do not get anything consistent.
Driving experiences.
Aid may help is if, embodies a common thread, a ring of continuity, with the suture has already been handled, presented and experienced. Help
such as gradients, or additional esemplificatura. Nuances
or harsh tones and lit it.
Help, yes, but with style and genuine involvement of pupils, students, guests, invited to collaborate, to give, to redefine the current activities, ongoing.
path, the journey of education, training.
Man you do, that reflects that.
The child who is still, always and in every moment.
The students, already.
Pupils: audience and focus of our work, a starting point, some point of arrival.
beginning and end of everything, the whole teaching-educational phenomenon.
fabric to be shaped, molded, but not aseptically and professor. Cloth
playful and uplifting, euphoric and vivacious, light must be channeled up straight and soft dynamics, to herald change, growth of real, authentic.
Change, mutual.
Only those who teach can see, hear what students know and can transmit, offer, not only to his companions in friendship, social.
Interchange, report.
The good teacher today is precisely the one who has feelings, strong or incipient consciousness of the learner.
subject and not object.
good teacher is one who perceives the atmosphere in which it operates, it absorbs the moods, attitudes veiled. Bravo
teacher who is able to see in foresight, to calculate changes in the future, not certain, but possible and assessed. Update
constant spirit of our time, senseless and cowardly flight.
Investment in research, human person, mental health, physical, spiritual.
This is the good teacher today.
I will not dwell more, think, think ... and if you want to comment!

[1] Professor of primary school by 182 ^ Federico Fellini Club - Member of the Editorial Committee of Enam News as a Councillor of the Board

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The genesis of a bully

I slit the ass. I would like to know who to work on these issues and to create recognizable necessarily have to put a name to everything.
Bullo.
That word is shit. Who endorses the use of these neologisms, bring it here that the jaw with a racket head in the mouth. Even the Wikipedia page dedicated to bullying calls itself a mixture of sociology and clichés, and even fucking spell-check of the word continues to be marked in red the word as if it was a spelling error or any of the swear words that I wrote.

Ok, I've beaten someone who did not want to give me his KitKat range: the cry of kit-kat break I heard her tibia break under my hands. I hid in the cupboard with the mask on Dario For and when the Italian teacher opened it I mentioned "Mistero buffo" and died of a heart attack. I threw down the wall that separated us the other class using the chair as a battering ram, and I filled sandwiches of which I gave a bite before launching them as a kind of hand grenade: I did it for 40 minutes.

I crumbled plaster, I put on the bench Mariasole and when she sat Did I blow in the face. Okay, you are allergic to plaster Mariasole: I filmed his anaphylactic shock and I put it on yotube with the title: "Hilarious! Girl dies in class. "

I filmed my classmates were crying while listening to The Cure for Battiato and I put the video on youtube I changed the sound of Blue by Eiffel 65, and I titled "Girls down crying for no reason."
I spread the nickname The Hole fastened her after that of 2d was born with a serious malformation, the skin of the buttocks did not follow the curve of muscle and close everything. I invented "The pile" a masterpiece of architecture that provides a pyramid of 34 tables resting on an area of \u200b\u200b3 square meters: the beauty of the stack is dropping, the roar that flows from it gives me a thrill that I feel only a few other occasions : When
piss in Lemon Soda Professor of Chemistry
When I fill a bag of tangerine peels
When the glue suit someone against the wall and we draw the head and hands
When clipping the faces from the saints and the attack on porn magazines
When I open a bag of processionary class
When praising the Jihad during the time of religion

It's all true, and it is also true that until a few months ago I was a boy, as you say, quiet.
But you must believe me, you can not keep me locked up here, I'm not crazy. Please, I told you exactly how it went, she told me to do this. I well recall, as had happened yesterday was an afternoon October, and I was in my room, I had finished my homework and I was reading an essay on the history of the cultivation of silkworms in the sixth century AD, had just finished copy in good notes, I was going to reorder in chronological order all my records of classical music, at one point when I ride her there. Two little ducks
identical with the yellow sunglasses. I do not see their eyes, but I feel their eyes on every inch of my skin suddenly bathed in a sweat of ice.
I would like to say something, but the air does not get that push up the complicity of the vocal cords, and sounds something like "hhhhhh". I remain silent and motionless a few seconds, the heart remains in the chest only because I have a strong chest, but has stopped pumping blood, and spread panic until the last capillary. A moment of a thousand years, an eternity of a second, then those little beaks open and speak with one voice. "Come play with us. The books you no longer need. We have work for you "

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Prophecy

favors and rich rewards for those who deciphers the code quack.

talk and eat the turnips?

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hebephrenic evil and return the nano
natural, deep in it, maybe not appropriated
oligarchic
its redundant, false rottweiler
curses and seduces the beast named Clem
exhaustive, it takes a gulp

pyrotechnics stole beautiful burp
animate the canine digestive phase
will clean the viscera in ecstasy the progressive step
nano empties the stomach upward
embroidered with the ' acids former rottweiler
Astyanax comparison was lucky

gaudentissima expulsion as pump Erg
verbose instigating the magic of the proceeds
deafening, dog nano exit
liquefied like a gel
scored the enviable nano his goal with
fed and free of the threat

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The letter to Santa Claus Matteo Vandalism

Oh Quack, at the invitation of the human reduced Matteo Vandalism, creature of which I have already mentioned in the previous report, I translated into alphabetic symbols land on its requests. For reasons still unknown to me, his communication is fluent and clearly to my ears, but not to those of humans, so I translated the lexicon that I have his thoughts. His letter is addressed to an entity revered by caste is not extended, better known as Father Christmas on earth. I intend to decode and analyze the structure connected to the same religion, the only certain items so far are two: he has the power to grant the wishes of the dominant caste ("children") and established a symbiotic relationship with a second cult figure better known as "Epiphany." My translation follows the demands of the vandalism.


Dear Old Man, which distribute generous playful joy on the day of the birthday of our Lord Jesus, who writes to you is a humble and unworthy admirer of your magnificent and magical work. To escape a gambling
take a narrow path, because of its slowness, washes over the abysmal precipice of tedium and redundancy, I will express myself with laconic speech.
am well aware that my conduct is far from being able to be yourself even considered among the ranks of the most diligent and deserving of praise. You are certainly in a position to judge my actions as reprehensible and unworthy of any form of satisfaction. It would have good reason. Nevertheless, believe me or famous: quaestio nothing about my intentions clear and good faith that has guided my actions.
Under the clarity of mind that I have no false modesty and even declaimed Imperishable fame that follows your deeds, I entrust myself to your Magnificence without fear and accept the Christmas gift that your kind heart, he wishes to agree to a self-gratification of my modus operandi during the year.
However, the rigid mindset that makes obsolete the behaviors of individuals that I have created, borrowed from the static nature of a society which is obtuse can surprise, requires clarification on my part not of a general ambition.
I will not be so mean to your eyes, if you dare to entrust this letter a so desire, that, given your proverbial infinite and omnipotent, it should not be difficult to achieve.
not yearn to vulgar material objects, do not flatter the lust for polychromatic toys, my only prayer is realized in the heat of the being the dawn of freedom that accompanies the individual.

Please break the chains that bind me to those who transferred me to life, he broke the rope biological blood that keeps me tied to them, changed into dry my roots, is ch 'I am no longer the result of that suit, walk back the path of descent and make my genesis nebula. Ancient
Oh, you make come true the circumstances that can give me to continue my journey alongside a much more worthy companion: I found a speech to my ears which is not disengaged blather but clear opinion on the world, she only understands me, and I compare his thinking. I beseech you: do not deprive me of the incomparable achievement of the logos, let me run away with the Huge Yellow Duck.

I refer to your stern but fair-minded assessment

With enthusiasm and vivid than timeless.

Matthew Vandalism